"What's going on? Ah? Ming Yue?" Mrs. Han was startled as soon as they left the arcade. Zhen Yu immediately spoke up: "Auntie, that's right,"
"Mom!" Han Mingyue suddenly pulled Zhen Yu behind herself and cast a pleading look at her mother.
Mrs. Han, already feeling sorry for her son getting hit, immediately softened and hesitated with the questioning that she had wanted to pursue.
"I'm sorry! It's all me, uh!" Zhen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then immediately stepped forward and started to apologize, but she only got one sentence out before her mouth was covered by Han Mingyue.
"Dad!" Han Mingyue simply abandoned appealing to her mother and turned to beg her father, "Can we talk about it at home?"
Han Youliang looked at his son's hand covering Zhen Yu's face with an inscrutable expression and said, "First, take your hand away!"
Han Mingyue hesitated, but ultimately obediently let go of his hand.
